Chapter 777 (2/2)

At the beginning of summer, the voice choked: ”don't laugh, I want to cry.”

The moon wind's thick and long eyelashes covered his dark blue eyes gradually, but he couldn't hide the smile on the corner of his lips. It was light and distant, but it indulged the traces of doting.

”From now on, we have to die and never leave again. Ah Chu, I'm laughing happily. Don't cry and don't be afraid. After I die, you just need to summon Feilian to come over and say goodbye to Meng an.” The fingertips of the moon wind stretched out to her eyelids, but they retracted.

He was afraid of the cool fingertips and the ice hit her warm cheeks.

The narrow cave was filled with thick sadness for a moment. The moon wind coughed gently: ”I always felt strange before.”

In early summer, knowing that he deliberately turned aside the topic and wanted to resolve his sudden sadness, he had to follow his meaning and asked, ”what's strange?”

The moon wind pulls a smile, and the arc of the corners of his lips is gentle: ”it's strange that you will inadvertently show a stubborn look that is incompatible with this turbid world.”

He leaned slightly towards her and looked at her from top to bottom: ”there are old adults who are not consistent with their age.”

Yuefengwan was really curious about how her character made it. According to what lanyuying said to him, childhood in early summer should be carefree and simple.

But she has never been involved in the world. Why can she be so comfortable between the two countries just down the mountain and live so thoroughly with her identity interspersed.

”The moon and the wind pull, I'm the one who died once.” Early summer looked at his magnificent blue pupil and told her the secret she had never told anyone.

Even Xiao mubai didn't say it, because it's too absurd,

But facing the moon wind with only half an hour of life, she seemed to blurt it out without hesitation.

Yuefeng was stunned, and then said with a relieved smile, ”yes, ziluo is bold and reckless in private. Don't blame her. It's a death.”

”No! I really died once.” At the beginning of summer, the secret pressed in the bottom of my heart finally spoke out recklessly.

She seems to be just telling a story to yuefengwan, a previous life like a nightmare.

In that dream, the Zhao family army was annihilated, the Marquis was imprisoned, and Xiao Zimu's thousands of arrows pierced her heart, while she held a man who had really loved her for many years, broke her hand and foot meridians, and finally pierced her heart with a sword.

In that dream, there was no Xiao mubai, no moon wind pull, no redemption, no liberation, only endless hatred and strong reluctance.

She was slightly excited when she told the whole story, but yuefengwan just listened to her pour out all her dissatisfaction quietly at the last moment of her life, and listened to her tell a secret that can't be told to others.

Even if the secret is true or false, he can't know it.

As soon as I vomited in early summer, I didn't find that the moon wind was turning paler and paler.

The suffocation pain in his chest kept invading, his breathing became weaker, and he even felt unable to support himself.

But the look on his face changed with the narration in early summer. It seemed that he was more distressed about her in the story than the original suffocation pain in his chest.

”If you don't believe it, I'll tell you the story of a woman's revenge after her rebirth.”

At the beginning of summer, there was a cold place on her shoulder. The moon wind pulled her head against her shoulder. He doesn't care whether what she said is true or false. He only cares that she didn't meet him in her last life.

The sun sets in the West and the mountain rises in the East. He loves her with a beginning but no end.